Where Home Really Is

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Jordyn Hamilton is having the summer of her life in her coastal California hometown. But things are about to change for the sixteen-year-old surfer/dancer. Thanks to a recently found will, her family is moving cross country to rural Pennsylvania, where Jordyn is convinced she doesn't belong. Soon, she's noticed by the hot, senior, football QB, and put on the black list of her popular classmate Ashley.

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It was midnight. The DJ was
packing up, and the dance was over. Jordyn had had the time of
her life tonight. First, being on stage, everyone clapping as
Cole chose her to be his queen, kissing her in front of everyone.
Yes, tonight had been wonderful.

And it was about to get better.

Her shoes in one hand, Jordyn and Cole walked out of
the gym with the rest of the party-goers. The night air was like
ice on her bare skin. Cole saw her shivering, took his tux jacket
off, and placed it over her shoulders.

She glanced up at him and smiled. "Thanks."

He leaned over and kissed her. "I had so much fun
tonight."

"So did I. Thanks for picking me, Cole."

He chuckled. "Of course I picked you. You looked just
too cute in that sexy pink dress."

"That doesn't make since. The dress can't be cute
and sexy at the same time."

"It can on you."

"Oh, with the lines!" she sighed overly dramatic.

He just laughed and pulled her close. "It's not a
line if it's true. So, are you ready for the next part of our big
homecoming night?"

Jordyn felt her stomach flip. She'd been thinking
about their plans all night. She was nervous and excited all at
once, but she hadn't changed her mind. She still wanted to go
through with this. She knew she was ready, and this night had
already been so perfect.

And then she saw Ashley, Shari, and Leah. She hadn't
seen them at the dance all night, but their ride was parked right
beside Cole's BMW.

Jordyn kept quiet as she walked between the cars,
heading toward the passenger door of the BMW.

"Hey, Jordyn," Ashley called. "Your dress is
gorgeous."

Jordyn didn't turn around. "Thanks."

"It would really contrast with purple, don't you
think?"

Jordyn turned around, just in time to see Ashley
throw whatever purple liquid that was in her glass.

Jordyn didn't have time to move. Next thing she knew,
she was sticky, purple, and her dress was ruined.

Ashley laughed hysterically. "Oops! It totally
slipped, new girl."

"Yeah, well my fist is about to slip," Jordyn
snapped, stomping toward Ashley.

Cole rushed over, catching her and holding her back
before she could get to Ashley.

"You bitch!" Jordyn shouted, catching the attention
of some students nearby. Ty and Natalie were nearby, and now
starting to rush over. "What the hell is your problem!"

Once they were gone, Jordyn turned to Cole, sighing. "So much for
the perfect night, huh?"

"Our night's not ruined. We're getting out of here, getting to
the cabin, and you'll get out of that dress." He winked at her
when he said that, so she had to smile. Cole was right. There
night hadn't even started, yet.

The drive to the cabin
wasn't long, but between being covered in sticky grape
something and anxiously thinking about what would come
next tonight, it seemed like the BMW was winding up endless,
tree-lined roads with no actual destination.

Jordyn hadn't paid much attention to the Appalachian
backdrop behind Cedarwood the two months since she'd moved there,
but now that they were travelling further up the mountains and
deeper into the forest, she was astounded by the beauty that
surrounded her. Were they really this close to the perfect
vacation spot their entire time of living in Pennsylvania and she
didn't even know it?

"This road is usually pretty busy," Cole explained.
"There are a lot of campgrounds up here, a lodge further on
toward the peak of the mountain. This area gets pounded with snow
in the winter, so snowboarding an skiing are both pretty popular
around here."

"That's cool," Jordyn said. "I've never actually seen
real snow."

"Seriously? You've never seen snow?"

"It doesn't snow in San Diego. I mean, I've competed
in dance all over. Chicago, Detroit, New York. Your typical ice
cubes. But it never snowed when I was there."

"Well, you are in for it, then," Cole said. "Because
you are definitely going to see it here this winter."

He slowed down finally, and turned onto a narrow,
secondary road, unlined and really wild looking. As far as Jordyn
could see, there were no houses, and the trees were thick.

"When hunting season starts up, me and dad will take
a lot of trips up here," Cole said. "Spend the weekend hunting
and fishing. You may not believe it, but it's fun up here. I'm
going to try to get your brother up here one weekend. Turn him
into a true country guy."

"I actually think you won't have much trouble doing
that," Jordyn said. "He's already cut his long surfer hair and
the other day, he bought Timberland boots. I've never seen him
wear a pair of boots."

Cole chuckled. "I'm sorry. That's my fault. He went
shopping with me and the guys. I picked them out."

Jordyn smiled. "Aw. Well, that's just adorable."

Cole laughed. "Shut up. We're here."

Jordyn looked out the window, and Cole was slowing
down, but she didn't see anything. Just trees.

Suddenly, Cole turned onto this side, dirt road, that
was almost invisible by the trees and shrubbery, and he followed
it slowly until a small log cabin came into view.

"Wow," Jordyn said. "I thought my house was
secluded."

Cole laughed. "Secluded is the object when the
cabin's up here for hunting and fishing. Come on."

He pushed the door open, and Jordyn did the same.

Cole led her to the porch, holding her hand as she
shivered in her short dress. So much was running through her
mind. Her nerves were going crazy, her butterflies fluttering.
She watched Cole as he fumbled with the lock on the door. She
smiled. She knew this was right. He was right. She was
nervous, but she trusted him.

Cole pushed open the front door, and they faced a
dark living room. He flipped a switch on, and suddenly, they were
faced with the most simple living room she'd seen. A bearskin rug
in the middle of the floor-she'd never seen one of those
before-white sheets covering what looked like a couch, a chair,
and a small TV in the middle of the room.

Jordyn just smiled. "I think it's perfect." She
looked down at her dress. "I gotta do something with this."

"There's a washer and dryer in the kitchen," Cole
suggested.

Jordyn tugged at the material, looking down at the
awful stain. "If this thing can be saved, I don't think I'm the
one who can do it."

She would have to take it to the dry cleaners as soon
as possible, but for now, her best bet was to blotch as much of
the stain off as she could.

"I have a few things to do," Cole told her. "The
bedroom is right at the end of this hall. Come on whenever you're
finished working on the dress."

Jordyn nodded, then grabbed her duffel bag and headed
to the kitchen. She stripped of the dress, laying it neatly on
the table. She scoured the kitchen and finally found a couple of
rags, dabbing the huge stain as much as she could. But her
resources were limited, as was her knowledge of stain removal.
This was a $200 dress, and she could already see Ashley getting
her dry-cleaning bill in the mail.

She gritted her teeth just thinking about it. She
couldn't believe the girl had stooped so low. Of all the nights
for her to go psycho, this wasn't the one. She just couldn't wait
to see her again.

"Wow."

Jordyn turned around and saw Cole standing in the
doorway. Immediately, she realized she stood there in only her
lacy white underwear and strapless white bra.

"Oh my gosh," she laughed, not bothering to hide her
embarrassment.

He chuckled. "You're beautiful, Jordyn."

She chewed her bottom lip, anxiously. He walked over,
putting his hands on her bare waist, looking intently at her.
"Are you ready?"

She smiled back, and she nodded. "Yes. I'm ready." So
he took her hand, and lead her down the hallway to the bedroom,
the dress still on the kitchen table.

The lights were off. The
only light in the bedroom came from the moonlight shining through
the window, and the candles on the dresser and the bedside
tables. Jordyn closed her eyes and inhaled. The room smelled like
vanilla. Cole had really gone out to make tonight perfect for
them.

She wrapped her arms around her body, cold in only
her bra and panties. Cole stepped up behind her, kissing her neck
and stroking her arms. "Are you OK?"

"I'm cold," she giggled nervously. His big arms
draped over her shoulders, holding her close as his lips kept
playing on her neck. "I'll warm you up," he whispered. Then with
the quickest flick of his fingers, he'd unsnapped her bra, and it
was falling to the floor.

Jordyn let out a sigh as she fell back against him,
feeling the cotton-polyester shirt against her bare back as his
hands cupped her chest, familiar territory for them since that
night they'd taken the next big step.

Since that night, they'd spent plenty of time getting
familiar with each other's bodies, and sex was the literally the
only thing they hadn't done, yet. But tonight, the
fooling around was different. She knew it would be. Because she
knew what they were both expecting tonight, and she knew exactly
what it was all leading up to.

She looked around the room. The convenience of this
cabin was so perfect, but it made her wonder something; something
that kept tugging at her thoughts. Something she wanted to know,
but didn't want to ask.

But she had to know. Tonight was going to be-so
far-the biggest night in her sixteen years. She didn't want to go
into it blind.

"Cole," she said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I know I'm not your first. But I have to know. Has
there been other girls, uhm, here?"

He sighed, dropping his hands, then he pulled her to
the bed, urging her to sit. Now that they weren't touching or
kissing, she felt exposed, and she folded her arms over her bare
chest.

"Jordyn, I'm not going to lie," he said. "I've told
other girls that they were the firsts I brought here. But they
weren't, and you aren't."

She nodded, a little jealous at the thought of other
girls here with him, but warmth traveled through her insides at
the idea that he was being honest with her.

"If this sounds corny, I don't care," he continued.
"But Jordyn, you're different. You're not like any other girl in
Cedarwood. I've never been like this with anybody else. I've
never felt like this about anyone else. What we do here
tonight? It's your call. I really care about you, Jordyn and
being with you means so much to me. But being with you at the
right time, when you're ready, well, that means more."

"I'm scared," she admitted. "A little bit. But I'm
excited, and I want this. Cole, I promise, I'm ready. Besides the
obvious mishap tonight, it's been perfect so far. But I want you.
And I want you now."

She sighed, realizing she'd been holding her breath.
She couldn't believe she'd made that declaration out loud, but if
she was about to share her body and something she could never get
back with Cole, she figured she could be completely honest with
him first.

So he smiled, pushed the covers back, and pulled
Jordyn down beside him. They kissed, and Jordyn's nervous, shaky
fingers slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, tossing it to the
floor when it was off. He made quick work of getting out of his
pants, socks and undershirt, until finally, the only thing that
was between them was her skimpy panties, and his boxers.

Suddenly, their hands, their mouths, were ravenous.
Touching everywhere, taking turns tasting every inch of each
other. Jordyn knew what she was supposed to do. Now.

Then finally, Cole gently, pushed her away. "Jordyn."

He kissed her lips once, then reached over her for
his bedside table, opening the drawer. In the light of the
candles, she could see exactly what was in his hand. The foil,
square package, was familiar, since she had four of them
in her purse.

Cole sat up, and Jordyn's mouth went dry from both
nervousness and admiration as she watched him roll it on his hard
erection.

This was it, she thought.

Cole leaned over, kissing her forehead, then her
lips. Instinctively, she leaned back, slowly spreading her knees
apart as Cole pulled himself on top of her. He hovered, still for
a moment as he searched her eyes. Then he touched his forehead to
hers. "I promise I'll be easy."

She just nodded, and he kissed her once more. Then
slowly, he pushed his hips forward, and there was no turning
back.

"Are you OK?" he asked, panting as her face
registered the pain. But she nodded, and slower, still, he pushed
all the way. She gasped. And just like that, the pain was gone,
and Jordyn Hamilton, was no longer a virgin.